Lishui Bay Villa.
At dusk, Mo Weiyi went downstairs for dinner.
The entire living room was quiet. Nutritious meals were arranged on the dining table, and Aunt Zhou served a bowl of soup, murmuring to herself as if talking to herself, "Why hasn't Master Xiao returned yet?"
Mo Weiyi didn't speak, picked up the spoon, and slowly sipped the soup, her perfect profile beautiful yet desolate.
"The weather forecast said there will be thunderstorms from tonight till midnight."
"Master Xiao has been gone for three hours now, and I don't know if he has had dinner."
"I was cleaning the study just now and saw Master Xiao's mobile phone left on the desk; no wonder all calls couldn't get through. If something happened…"
"Aunt Zhou." Mo Weiyi finally spoke.
Aunt Zhou hurriedly looked at her.
But Mo Weiyi then said, "Next time you make pork rib soup, add some cilantro, I like it."
"…Oh, okay."
